You continue struggling.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins numbs the pain as you hit the earth. The soldier attempts to pin you with his body, but the oppressive weight pressing you to the ground flips a switch in you, awakening some primal survival instinct. In a flash, you are no longer the skittish doe being hunted by a wolf, you become what would be best described as some sort of wild cat, limbs flailing wildly, clawing at exposed skin. You must have surprised the soldier as you swipe your nails across his cheek, drawing warm blood, causing him to loosen his grip. As soon as you feel the weight lift up from your back you scramble up and knock the surprised soldier to the side. You break into a sprint aware of the soldier in pursuit behind you.

The two of you bob and weave throughout the canvas maze of tents in the encampment. Despite your headstart, you were never particularly athletic to begin with, and the copious amounts of adrenaline pumping through your body will only get you so far. You can feel yourself slowing down, and the soldier making ground towards you. Seeing an opportunity you grab hold of a stack of crates and heave it to the side, crashing it into the soldier's path. You make a break out of the tents into the open, ready to run for the treeline outside of the camp.

Only instead of sprinting out into a clear opening to make your escape, you bump into a squad of five Llewyn knights. Flanked on all sides by armoured killers, the only way you have left is back. You spin around ready to lose yourself in the maze of tents, only to see your original attacker heading your way. Panicking you start looking for an opening, only to feel something hard and metal smacking you in the back of the head. Immediately you lose focus and drop to your knees. Lecherous hands begin to grope you, touching... touching...

They stop. You glance up to see your attacker kneeling down to your level, almost with respect. He grips your chin and looks you in your eye.

"You are strong, little doe," his eyes are filled with pity now. "I hope that they do not break you, if you come out of all this unbroken, remember the name, Roderick."

The knight, Roderick gets up and turns to leave, and the other knights move to collar and shackle you, although they seem to be nervous when it comes to handling you.